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I just play with two down strums for each chord and mess with palm mutes a bit

E                 A
I'm gonna marry a rockstar
E                  A
I'm gonna move downtown
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Lofted bed above his practice space
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Guitars hanging all around

           E                       F#m
He'll wake up while I'm whispering "Babe, it's almost noon"
             G#m                  A
But we could kiss all day in this tiny room
        E                               F#m
We like walking, wearing black matching Converse shoes
           G#m                  A
Instead of diamond rings we get new tattoos
           E                             F#m
Instead of walking down the aisle it's a backyard gig
        G#m                    A
Just an ice cream cake and the people we dig
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Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
               A
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

E                 A
I'm gonna marry a rockstar
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Go to every last show
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Nod my head to the bass drum
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From the very front row
          E                         F#m
I help my baby move his gear to the stage from the van
       G#m                           A
I take pictures on his phone for his Instagram
           E                       F#m
He's gonna make it big, he's gonna sell so many tracks
                G#m                       A
And through the ups and downs I'll be the lover that lasts
   E    A                   E
Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
               A
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

E                    A
I don't mind picking up the bill
E                A     E
It won't be long until a studio in the hills
           A                             E
Receives a mixing board, sometimes he'll let me record
           A                                E            A
The little poems I write, then we go out at night to the Satellite

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   E                       F#m
He plays his guitar for so many bands
               G#m                       A
He's got those talented, rough, rock 'n' roll type hands
      E                          F#m
And I feel 'em on my back, on my neck, on my face
      G#m                     A
Every chord progression makes my heart just race
        E                               F#m
When he sees me in the crowd points and blows me a kiss
      G#m                               A
Don't really know how life can get much better than this
   E    A                   E
Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
               A
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

E                 A
I'm gonna marry a rockstar,
E                                A
and when he's touring 'round the world
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I'll send him unreleased Walking Dead episodes, 
E                        A
so on the plane he's not bored

           E                                F#m
He sends a picture of the buildings in each new city
            G#m                     A
He texts me every afternoon just to say "you're pretty"
    E                             F#m
And before I go to bed "miss you, baby, goodnight.
      G#m
Kissy heart emoji
            A
Do you need sexy Facetime?"
      E                           F#m
Never worry 'bout a local groupie trying to take a ride
         G#m                       A              E
My lover only likes ladies twitter verified, like me
A                        E
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
               A
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

E                 A
I'm gonna marry a rockstar
E                       A
We got a love you can't doubt
E                        A
Wrinkle right up next to each other
E                      A
We'll get old but stay loud
   E    A                   E
Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
               A                   E
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah